It is necessary to find at least one other bloodline member of Kolan before they can be completely driven away.

"How can you have such a method to plant such a weird and terrifying blood curse..."

The depth in Ye Wuque's eyes slowly turned into a cold light again.

"Kelan, don't worry, I will definitely save you! Definitely!"

Su Mubai gently stroked his wife's face, and spoke softly, but his tone sounded like he would never regret it.

Two days later.

Immortal Building, special private box.

In the luxurious and huge box, people are standing, sitting, leaning, or closing their eyes to meditate. There are many figures inside, and they are the spokespersons of the ancient forces!

Sun Palace, Leng Lingshuang!

Biluo Huangquan Sect, solitary duck!

Taiyin Temple, Taiyin Little God of War!

Su Nu Cult, Tian Duoer!

Nine Immortals Palace, Jiang Feiyu!

Daluo Sword Sect, Wan Jianyi!

Innate Way, Li Xiuyuan!

In the Human Realm, almost the top group of talented people are gathered together at this moment, all in this box.

In addition, Luo Hongfei, who has a strange status and mysterious identity, is also there.

The entire box was silent.

All the Tianjiao spokespersons seemed to be immersed in their own thoughts, and no one knew what anyone was thinking.

But their eyes would fall on the closed box door from time to time. Only at this moment, their eyes would fluctuate, as if they were waiting anxiously.

Until a certain moment!

The box door suddenly opened, and all the genius spokespeople stood up suddenly, with excitement in their eyes.

Sure enough, the next moment, the respectful greetings of the steward of the Immortal Building were heard from outside the box!
Chapter completed!